Mumu, do you like uncle?

Wanqi Linmu: "..."

He glanced at Luo Shen with disgust and criticality.

After starting the car, Wanqi Linmu lowered the window and said to Xiaoli: "Send the souls of these dead cats to the cemetery."

"But," Yu Xiaoli raised her eyebrows, "Boss, I haven't been out to play for a long time, and I still want to play with you for a while!"

Wanqi Linmu sneered: "You are in the way, don't you have any self-awareness?"

Yu Xiaoli: "..."

Wanqi Linmu pointed at the cats that kept meowing: "You have to take these dead cats back, don't you say they are pitiful?"

Yu Xiaoli: "..."

Wanqi Linmu said "let's go".

The black Maserati with an ultra-low chassis made a "buzz" sound, accelerated instantly, and sped away elegantly.

Wanqi Linmu was driving the car, and the little orange cat kept meowing "meow" and rubbed itself in Luo Shen's arms, looking slimy.

"Tsk..."

Wanqi Linmu's eyes that only recognized money became critical again, "Can't you just make it quieter?"

"Let's go to the address where Yu Xiaoli lived before her death to see if we find anything."

"Just fool around and find a dream lover for Yu Xiaoli. She doesn't remember the other person's face anyway. After all, there are still twenty-four large yellow croakers in front of her, so there's no reason to reject her."

"Ah……"

Wanqi Linmu said lazily, and the "uncle" who was playing with the cat in the passenger seat suddenly let out a deep laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Wanqi Linmu looked sideways at him.

Luo Shen gently scratched the little orange cat's chin, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "I'm smiling, actually the boss is a very gentle person."

"Gentle?" Wanqi Linmu smiled back, but it was just sarcastic.

Pointing to himself, "Gentle? Me?"

Luo Shen’s eyes are really bad!

The winter sun shines on Luo Shen's gentle and handsome face, as if this ray of sunshine is warmer than anywhere else.

Luo Shen nodded: "Yes, the boss is a very gentle person. You deliberately sent Miss Yu away because you considered that Miss Yu would be sad if she returned to her previous residence, right?"

Wanqi Linmu stiffened a little, snorted, and said in a very indifferent tone: "There is no such thing at all, how can I be so great?"

Luo Shen gently stroked the little orange cat and said with a smile: "Tenderness is never reflected in great places, but in trivial things."

Wanqi Linmu pursed his lips, as if he was too lazy to argue with him, and turned up the music in the car twice as loud.

Burying Luo Shen's gentle voice...

——Oh! Yu Xiaoli!

——Impression, impression!

——This Yu Xiaoli is a good girl! I remember her!

The neighborhood is dilapidated and old.

The earthy gray walls are mottled, and the walls are damp and hazy in winter, with yellow stains crawling on them, like urine alkaline in a public toilet, which is unbearable.

A young man plugged in his earphones, took a small dog for a walk, left a puddle of dog poop, and left leisurely without noticing.

Groups of old ladies sit in such community gardens, chatting in the winter wind, and enjoying their old age life.

Wanqi Linmu looked at the phlegm stains and unknown filth on the ground with disgust.

Grandma is a very enthusiastic person. It is rare for someone to talk to them, and the chatter box opens immediately.

"Yu Xiaoli, I know she is a good girl."

"Hey - this was probably... probably more than ten years ago, right?"

"Eighteen years, nearly twenty years!"

What took so long?

The old lady babbled: "Yes, it's been a long time. Most people here can't remember it. My memory is not good either, but Yu Xiaoli, I remember it very clearly!"

"Alas - who allowed Yu Xiaoli to have such a father?"

"Murderer!"

Another old lady heard the word "murderer" and suddenly remembered.

The old wrinkled face showed an excited expression of "returning to the light", tilted his head and opened his mouth, gossiping with them: "I remember it too, Yu Xiaoli! That beautiful and delicate-looking girl doll, with such a father,

It’s so painful!”

"You don't know that Yu Xiaoli's father killed someone!"

"I drink alcohol every day. I heard that I got into a fight with a drunkard and stabbed him to death..."

"no no."

At first, the old lady seemed to know a lot, waving her hand: "He's not a drunkard at all."

Yu Xiaoli's father didn't kill a drunkard at all, but a white-collar worker who came home late.

The white-collar worker was busy socializing and came home late drunk, which caused a conflict with Yu Xiaoli's father.

Both parties were drinking at that time, and there were overflowing garbage in the trash cans on the roadside. Yu Xiaoli's father directly picked up the broken faucet that someone threw away.

Smash it down hard!

"Ouch - bloody and bloody!"

"Back then, my wife got up early for morning exercise and found that young man lying next to the trash can. Ouch, ouch..."

"It's not easy for that young man's father. It's not easy for someone with white hair to send someone with black hair..."

The old lady pointed: "No! That's not the case, that young man's father."

Wanqi Linmu turned his head and looked over, and saw a wheelchair slowly rolling out of the dilapidated building gate of the community.

An old man with a depressed and decrepit appearance was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning crookedly, chattering at the corners of his mouth, looking foolish and foolish.

The person pushing the old man was a man with gray hair and wearing a caregiver's clothes. He was not young, and looked like he was nearly sixty years old.

"It was him who couldn't bear the blow and was paralyzed."

"With Alzheimer's disease, I can't even recognize people."

"But it's better to be stupid, so as not to think about your son."

"Ouch - all these years, the nurse, Old Liu, is still taking care of him, otherwise it would be really... Ouch -"

Wanqi Linmu's ears were full of sighs of "Ouch - Ouch -", and he ruthlessly interrupted the old woman's sigh: "Do you know how Yu Xiaoli died?"

"How did you die..."

"I don't know, it disappeared suddenly."

"It was said that it was a home invasion, but I didn't hear that any property was lost."

"Cat! Yes, cat! Yu Xiaoli has a cat..."

"Before Yu Xiaoli's death, I heard that the cat was lost and was later run over by a car. The dead cat was also thrown at the door of Yu Xiaoli's house."

"Ouch - that's scary!"

——Does Yu Xiaoli have any other relatives?

——Her mother ran away with someone and never appeared again.

——A partner? No, no, Yu Xiaoli usually has low self-esteem and is unwilling to talk too much. She definitely has no partner.

Yu Xiaoli has no parents.

Yu Xiaoli has no relatives.

Yu Xiaoli doesn’t have a boyfriend either.

Wanqi Linmu drove into Kaixin Cemetery, swerved to a stop, and rubbed his forehead: "Yu Xiaoli is really innocent, how can I find that 'love affair' for her?"

After a busy day, I didn't find out anything. Fortunately, I bought a lot of second-hand goods at school. I will start decorating the haunted house tomorrow.

When the two came back, Wanqi Linmu was sorting out the second-hand materials, and Luo Shen went into the bathroom to take a bath. The little orange cat that Luo Shen brought back meowed and slipped into the quilt.

The little orange cat rolled around, stretched out, meowed milkily, and rubbed hard against the soft pillow.

Luo Shen doesn't have her own room yet, so she lives with Wanqi Linmu for the time being, and the little orange cat rubs against Wanqi Linmu's pillow.

bass--

Wanqi Linmu pulled out the pillow in disgust, dusted it vigorously, and threw it aside.

Little orange cat: "Meow~"
To be continued...